Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.